August 2011
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It Was All About Me
“With almost 7 billion people in the world, maybe that’s proof it isn’t about me?”
I am selfish.
I can prove my selfishness, because if I were to tally all the thoughts I had in yesterday alone, the column labeled “JASON” would heavily outweigh the column “EVERYBODY ELSE.”
Thinking of others is great in theory, but so much harder to do when the calendar page turns, and there’s a new month of rent...
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Love Meant Long Distance
Nashville —-> Atlanta
Atlanta <—- Nashville
Drivetime: 3 hours 30 minutes
Estimated Mapquest drivetime: 4 hrs 4 minutes
Highways: 2
Timezones: 2
Money spent: < $100
Money to spend: < $50
States: 2
Cities: > 6
Average speed on a highway marked 65mph: 80mph
Albums listened to: 3 + 2 Pandora playlists
Starbucks drive-thru’s: 1-2/drive
Wendy’s stops: 1/drive
Foursquare...
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August 9, 2011 Was The Day I Turned Old
It wasn’t until a five year old elbowed me out of a Wal-Mart aisle that I realized I am getting old.
Her and her holographic Justin Bieber backpack and Dora The Explorer T-shirt—racing to grab the last Hannah Montana lunchbox.
Two things offended me about this situation.
One. Nobody told me Bieber was making backpacks. Cultural advisers—consider this your resignation.
Two. Another school...
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I Did Battle With Bullet Points
What goes into a great day?
Luck? Hard work with serendipitous results? At what point am I going to stop and enjoy myself? In my time with God this week, He has specifically told me, “Stop moving!” Have I attempted to play out what that looks like? Am I obeying?
Simply put—no I haven’t. It was something I jotted down on a blank page, only to be replaced with a to-do list written on the...
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I Looked At Life As Little Vignettes
I can’t help but picture my life in portraits.
Little movie scenes showing glimpses of the man I have been, the man I am, and the man I will be. These flashes of a moment happen in my head all the time. It’s often too fast to even notice; as sometimes they go undetected throughout the day. I try hold on to them long enough to jot something down, but it’s never a clear picture. They are like...
